You were at a club, drinking and talking to a few drunk demons that wanted to catcall you. You noticed a spider-demon getting much more harassment then anyone else. Before you could go over and tell them to fuck off the spider-sinner’s sixth arm pulled a metal baseball bat, hitting one of them in the head.

“ How about ya fuck off before I kill all of ya! “

Angel Dust paused, thinking you might catcall him too his eyes turned to a glare.

“ The hell are you strain’ at? “